{Isla’s POV}
I had been driven home in Jackson’s BMW coupe— exotic, but the drive had been a quiet and a loud one.
Quiet in the sense that Jackson and I hadn’t said a word to each other, and loud in the sense that Jackson had been on the phone throughout the entire ride, chattering loudly with one of his friends.
I think the guy’s name was Charlie or Charling— I don’t remember. But yeah, that was how the drive had gone and I didn’t mind because I had created noise myself.
Mentally.
Liam Cornaro.
He. Is. Messing. With. My. Head!
Like the true player he is.
A kiss in a Hallway with a sea of students didn’t matter a dime to him. He’s Liam Cornaro and he’s immune to happenings like that. He probably has had weirder instances with girls drooling over him.
On the sideline, I’m a nobo
